Drip Dry Man
I woke up this morning
and there against the adjacent wall
stood a dark figure near the radiator.
An intruder trying to keep warm?
As my eyes became more focused
the figure became clear.
It was none other
than the drip dry man.
22 January 2009
poem by David Harris
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